------Fortune-Telling------
Sang Ning: Master, what kind of fate am I destined for?
Old Man: Yours is a fate full of leaks. Like a ramshackle house with a leaking roof, patch one side and another starts leaking. There are holes everywhere.
Sang Ning: ?
Old Man: With a lousy fate like yours, I can still protect you a little while you're up in the mountains. But once you go down, you'll run into obstacles at every turn. Even the man you find someday will be like a door panel. He may not be much, but at least he's somewhat reliable. Just make do with what you get in this life!
The old man's gaze drifted toward the half-piece of broken jade hanging from a tree, and he leisurely continued fanning himself.
Sang Ning: Then tell me, what does my door panel look like?
Old Man: The secrets of fate must not be revealed!
------Blurb------
In Year 47 of the End Times, Earth was engulfed in war, and other civilizations had colonized most of the planet.
Humanity launched an all-out war and implemented the "Hundred-Year Plan" to preserve the last remaining sparks of civilization.
When the dream of reclaiming their home was shattered, the war zones were tasked with holding the defensive lines and buying more time for the Hundred-Year Plan in the rear.
In this era when everyone was a soldier, humans were evolving, mutants were evolving, and even zombies were evolving.
The Ninth War Zone was on the brink of falling. This forsaken land had only two special forces teams and a few hundred joint-defense troops, with no reinforcements...
Sang Ning had been thrown into the sea with a dagger sticking out of her chest.
She suddenly appeared in the snow and was picked up by the Ninth Zone special forces.
She had transmigrated into a zombie evolving toward humanity, and was bound to an AI Model Upgrade System.
Her task was to fix the bugs in AI dramas, hastily churned out by low-end AI models.
She was a character tossed into the villain's lair, and had to stay in character, playing a stuttering idiot!
When the handsome face before her suddenly grew chubby, with thicker lips and a smaller nose, it was time for a little face editing!
When a teammate's neck rotated 180 degrees backward to look at her, she thought, What the heck, is this a haunting...?
When a zombie suddenly went from rolling its eyes at people to having red eyes, she dug out its eyes, rinsed them in water, then popped them back in.
Before long, she'd thoroughly messed up all the villains in the Ninth Zone!
------The Villains------
Villain 1: A newcomer in the Ninth Zone? Wait, she's not human. I'll secretly hide her blood test report. Even more fun if she's not human. Let's destroy everything together!
P.S. The old witch hates every species equally, friend or foe. If we're going to die, let's all die together!
Villain 2: The girl we picked up is actually an idiot. Why is she just as awful as she was as a kid? This isn't fun at all. Maybe I should just throw her away...
P.S. The old schemer, who's one thing on the outside and another on the inside, has finally shown his dog...
Villain 3: A conquest target with a favorability rating? Already corrupted. Don't pursue me. Leave me alone.
But her gaze was clear and foolish, and she was always staring at him with single-minded devotion, adoration, and ravenous longing.
It turned out that in this hateful zombie's eyes, he was a giant cake, a little drink, a blood bag, and... a long-term meal ticket!
No wonder her favorability was going up so slowly!
P.S. Corrupted again. Leave me alone.
Villain 4: My sweet little cookie, get in my bowl! I promise I won't crush you.
P.S. A towering two-meter-ten giant weighing 250 pounds, while an old house bursts into flames...
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The Ninth Zone was in an awkward position, wedged between the battlefield and the central zone. They were going to die fighting this winter.
A bunch of oddballs blossomed and somehow squeezed a path to survival out of that narrow gap, swaying gracefully as they bathed in the spring breeze...
A few notes:
1. The main and supporting characters aren't perfect. Most of them are a little crazy, so there aren't many normal people around.
2. A fictional world, a future war.
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